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Variations on a Theme


by James Lloyd Davis


         If I was a woman and you were a man, I think you would look much better in tweed than I do.   And if I was a woman, I would not really be my type, but you... you could wear tweed with the dignity it deserves.  You'd be marvelous in a three piece suit and I, of course, would wear something crisp, like silk... something Chinese.  Slit up the side, but not tawdry, just silken and sultry.  Your eyes would click to my stride as I walked past the table where you sip your coffee.  I'd feel your gaze, but ignore you from a practiced sense of pretense.  You would follow me though, insistent, assured.  Your confidence would amuse me.  
         Still, our lives together would be chaotic with affectation... and because we share no common substance, we would fight incessantly, fight quite like cats in some dark, urban alleyway, yowling through the long night.  You would blink just once before I would lunge at your heart and rip it from beneath your tweeds with retractable claws shaped like butterfly knives.
         But that's not the way it is, is it?
         You... are the woman.  I... am the man.  And my fine tweed suit is covered in blood above the cavern where once beat my heart.
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